Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive – alone my story an illustration, my life art.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering ball of fire blinding purifying setting souls free setting us free …and then it’s over – in a blink and our desk mate still sleeps the slumber of automaton clicks a mouse in […]
Your photography is always so lovely. Just to let you know–I’ve moved from Keyhole Poetry to new blog (j.a.case–name changed also) 🙂
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So-so–just wanted you to know where I’m blogging, since you’ve enjoyed my comments/responses to your posts 🙂
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